To deny you—
from the crowds where I once boasted your existence,
now only in quiet corridors do I allow myself
to wallow in my grief
and let the walls hear the echoes of my cries,
for I yearn to embrace you once more.
Was it my right judgment
to not engage in your orbit,
to constantly seal away what I truly feel
in order to let us escape a future
where only pain and rejection remain?
We may not be the ones destined
for each end of the red string,
but if I may ask—
was this the right judgment:
to let you out of my life,
yet still allow you to remain
both in my heart, where it waits for its last pump
to beat for your name,
and in my soul, which seeks an afterlife
where you and I can finally spend
a lifetime.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 8:24 AM UTC
To deny you—
from the crowds where I once boasted your existence,
now only in quiet corridors do I allow myself
to wallow in my grief
and let the walls hear the echoes of my cries,
for I yearn to embrace you once more.
Was it my right judgment
to not engage in your orbit,
to constantly seal away what I truly feel
in order to let us escape a future
where only pain and rejection remain?
We may not be the ones destined
for each end of the red string,
but if I may ask—
was this the right judgment:
to let you out of my life,
yet still allow you to remain
both in my heart, where it waits for its last pump
to beat for your name,
and in my soul, which seeks an afterlife
where you and I can finally spend
a lifetime.
Cheers to the love we can't have
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